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			<title>Arrival</title>
			<description>The airplane trip took three hours and as I sat there I saw a face. I thought I recognized it but I just tried to ignore it.&amp;nbsp;I gave up ignoring it with one hour to&amp;nbsp;spare. I leaned over and tapped her shoulder.&amp;nbsp;&quot;Excuse me ma'am.&quot; I struggled to find the right words. The woman turned ar..</description>
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			<title>Hannah</title>
			<description>She looks at meall cute and happynot knowing we'd have to partwe need to stay togetherbut who's stopping usblonde hair blue eyesPooh fishing hat I never knewIt makes a frown upon my faceupon the memory of her fallen graceshe used to play in the sandbefore we partnever knowing our friendship would fa..</description>
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			<title>Wake Up</title>
			<description>I bolted upright in my bed expecting to see blinding lights around me but this time was different. For a few weeks now I've been waking up outside and nude. This seemed to happen every week. My adoptive parents say I was just sleepwalking but my mom was terrified. The weird thing was that I was wear..</description>
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			<title>The Night Everything Went Bad</title>
			<description>It was dark. I couldn't see a thing. All I could think about was getting away. My wrists and ankles were cold and clammy and it felt like hands holding me down with an iron grip. The rest of my body was freezing but not as intensely cold as the spots on my wrists.&amp;nbsp;I begun to feel a dark sense o..</description>
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			<title>Transformation</title>
			<description>Curtis is an adopted child with no memory of the first ten years of his life. He is sent to boarding school in swizzerland where he finds the truth about himself.</description>
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